I finished "The Bluest Eye" and started "Draglines" by Patrick Hicks. One of the poems in there inspired the following. I'm not sure of the inspiring poem's name, but it's about how the Miss America in 1945 was Jewish. It's very short.
I, again, had title difficulties...
Did Anyone
Did anyone think to ask her
What she thought
As they paraded her through towns?
Today, she'd be
Questioned to death
On the death of the
Kin she never asked for.
Star-shaped yellow ash
Would forever be linked to her.
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